Nothing says Mother's Day like getting the ecoutrement for burlesque class. I can hardly wait to see exactly how non-radical a middle class mom I really am when I begin next week (I hope to not be a weenie and make the most of it). As I went to take a shot of the bowler (love bowlers - so Magritte), boa, stockings, and gloves on the post, I noticed the open Rules for Radicals (forgot to mention I was reading that, too) on the desk behind it and thought it provided a funny juxtaposition.
What can I say? I like to have a diverse skill set.
And when I'm done performing my radical cabaret act, my husband has oatmeal cookies and milk waiting for me.